Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belize and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Barclay James Harvest to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Zero Boys,
Goldenarms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delon & Dalcan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cowsills,
Little Man,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Flash Fearless,
Lakeside,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Metal Thangz,
The Five Americans,
Todd Rundgren,
Faust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
a-ha,
Cluster,
Soulsonic Force,
Whodini,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boz Scaggs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
June of 44,
Q and Not U,
F. McDonald,
The New Christs,
Eric Copeland,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Red Krayola,
Junior Murvin,
Franke,
Sällskapet,
Negative Approach,
June Days,
The Black Dice,
Clear Light,
The Stooges,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed,
Alton Ellis,
In Retrospect,
The Monks,
Black Moon,
James White and The Blacks,
The Seeds,
Country Teasers,
The Birthday Party,
Graham Central Station,
Q65,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.